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mindful
Mama mild
With the artist's soul
And the Harpo smile
Mama mystic
From the valley town
Blessed to bed her babies down
Little fighter
Without fear

she's a rebel and a photograph
And her name is Isabell

She's a soul of an artist
And she's a little bit psychotwist
She's a soul of an artist
Isabell J

my dreams are comin' true, that's somethin' I innately know
Labels feedin' artists soul diets like paleo
Meanwhile I'm feedin' myself
Had

grub? 
Just as I suppose
I hear a holy hum of:

dust thy essence off! 
you are gladly so! 
you are biting none! 
softest teeth i know! 
its in the artist

And be the artist of my soul

Teach me Your words in Your cadence and rhyme.
O Lord of beauty, Lord of art,
Who gives a song for every heart,
carve out my

You must know that a good show
Is a show when an artist's soul kneels to the crowd
I want to make baby proud
So hush little baby made me doubt
You must

feel the warmth of the light of this life I've got
Just like a work of art
You've got me dreaming once again

You've an artist's soul and a dreamer's

It all started with a piece of land
Eighty acres and a man with a plan
Architects with an artist's soul
And the will to see it through
Oh to live

has the heart of an artist
The soul of a poet
In the factory break room
He sketches portraits
Of tired men sitting down
He sees beauty all around

He

live as one

Sweetfleshed, hellbent creature
Artist of the fevered soul
Heavenly venomous rapture
Stricken numb by fear I fall

Raise the Knife

Dream Theater

Score: XOX - 20th Anniversary World Tour Live with the Octavarium Orchestra

2006

You've been laid to rest my friend
Again

Tortured artist bears his soul
Seems the pressure took its toll
Lived a life so punishing
Now he keeps

things
Like blood red plums
And hot mulled wine
Rocks and rings and balls of twine
And the deepest trace
Of the artists soul
In that bowl
Now it can hold

Superleggeras
Gaviria meets Guevara
White man made me
Born coldhearted like Iceman's baby
I can't lately that's why I chant daily
Warm soul artists hope

儘管黑夜幕落最終有時撲空
用燭火奮力燃起純青的爐火
他是那故我的旅人也是那 newborn
一個是 artist’s human form 一個是 artist’s soul
誕生星空他穿著新衣裳
滿城霓虹燈閃耀著凝望
飄盪的搖籃曲聲音清亮
“To the world, here I come”
於是音符在天地之間來往

space, baby, wait for me
I'll be back in a minute
This artist soul in me
Our story can't be finished, with both the artists livin', yeah
Us and a million

Father was a fucking artist
Mother was an artist, too
Said son you’ll be an artist
There’s an artist’s soul in you
Don’t grow up and sell insurance

A camera could only aim to find it
A mirror should only hope to reflect it
An artist would sell his soul to create it
But I just need to get home

he longs to claim

Oh Rousseau where do you go?
In your heart does the jungle grow?
Torn between the brush and toll
A customs man with an artist's soul

[Verse]
In a world where hustle's the norm
And money's all that's truly adored
We often forget the magic they bring
The artists who make our souls

on the walls
Tents with smiling girls in halter tops
On the mall

Oooh Oooh Oooh

Paint down on the pavement
Waking up our space
Artists selling souls
Instead

And play sports with my bro
My sister read my palms
And said we share an artist's soul

Let's fly away
Let's fly away
Let's fly away

You must've grown up

this message in pop
Most of these artists souls locked
Got em' docked with the demons
Deals signed so they don’t have no freedom
That’s how it be yeah

artists I get soul from) Yeah
(Still I move to the beat of my own drum) Music, you saved my life
(I'm an avenue and street away where Hov from) Oh
(Rest in

image, I am seen. 
 
You are the artist of my soul,
In your presence, I am whole.

My life begins with you [x2]

[Instrumental]